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The Gryffindor vs. Slytherin rematch was a non-event, in the way that the Slytherin Team lost in a big way. Having to train four new Players in under a week hadn’t been fun, and the Team had lost rather embarrassingly. 290 to 10, the only goal being scored had been a fluke. Draco was horribly depressed by it all, but had been forbidden to mope around Buffy.

Gryffindor had once again won the house-cup, much to the joy of every house besides Slytherin, and even then many of the Slytherins had cheered when the final winner had been announced. The school term was over, and the students were packing their belongings in preparation of going home.

Fred, George, Lee and the other seventh years were slightly saddened to be leaving for the final time. Whilst they didn’t want to stay at school, they didn’t really want to leave either.

“We’ll miss you guys,” Buffy said, hugging the twins one at a time.

Ron rolled his eyes. “I bloody won’t.”

Fred and George shot their young brother a look of disgust. “Careful Ronniekins,” Fred said. “We might just turn you into a newt for a comment like that.”

“Or a ferret,” George suggested helpfully.

“Nah, Drake’s got the market on being a Ferret,” Buffy reminded them, much to Draco’s disgust. He hit her playfully, before slinging an arm around her shoulders. She tried pulling away.

“Ew, Ferret germs!”

The group laughed, always amused by their playful antics whenever they teased each other.

Draco pulled her close and hugged her tightly and Buffy finally put her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest.

The group took one final look at the castle before grinning at each other happily.

“Are we ready to leave home?” Buffy asked.

Harry gave her a smile of understanding and nodded, pulling Buffy out of Draco’s embrace and into his own. Draco gave her up without a fight and stepped onto the train, heading towards the compartment that Harry, Ron and Hermione always shared.

The group sat down, squeezing nine into a compartment that was only really designed for about six. Buffy sat herself down on Harry’s lap, Hermione sitting on Ron’s to make room for everyone else.

Draco stared out the window as the train moved away from Hogwarts. He looked at his group of friends, surprised by the genuine warmth and affection he felt for these people. He’d only really socialised with them to be with Buffy, but the more he got to know everyone else, he couldn’t help but slowly become friends with all of them for who they were. He tore his gaze away from the window and looked around at the group. Without warning he just smiled and let the sounds of their conversations wash over him, making him feel more at peace with himself then he’d ever been before.

Buffy, Draco and Giles stood outside the small house just outside of London, Buffy fidgeting nervously as they waited for the owner of the house to open the door. She was practically hyperventilating, and the only reason she wasn’t pacing the length of the porch was because Draco had a firm grip on her hand.

They heard footsteps approaching the front door and Buffy all-out panicked.

“I can’t do this,” she said frantically, turning to look at Draco. She tried pulling her hand out of his so she could run as far away as she could. Draco grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to stay in place.

“Yes you can,” Draco said firmly. “Buffy, you’ve been waiting to meet your mum for weeks. You can do this.”

Buffy shook her head emphatically. “I really, really can’t.”

“Buffy, you’ve faced demons, vampires and the cruellest Wizard known to mankind,” Giles reminded the girl. “You can do anything that you put your mind to.”

Her decision was taken away when the door opened. She turned to get a better look and froze. The blonde haired woman with the sweet face had almost the exact same expression of fear and longing that Buffy had.

Sara Lanstone hadn’t changed all that much from when she’d been at school. She was still blonde with a sweet and open face, though she looked older, more tired. Today, however, she was practically bouncing with nervous energy.

Sara couldn’t take her eyes off the young girl on her front porch. She swallowed down her nervousness and took a step forward, not even noticing that she’d moved from her spot. Before she knew it, she was hugging the girl tightly, tears running down her cheeks as her daughter burst into tears as well.

“You’re really here,” Sara whispered into Buffy’s hair, unable to believe that the one thing she had ever truly wanted in this world had been returned to her. The one person she had ever loved without question was back in her arms, returning the hug with equal fervour.

Sara pulled back and held Buffy at an arm’s length, searching the girls eyes. Buffy held her gaze steadily and gave her real mother a shaky smile.

Giles touched Draco’s shoulder and led the boy into the house, leaving mother and daughter to reunite in privacy.

They finally tore themselves away from each other. Sara gave a shaky laugh and took her daughter by the hand, leading her over to the cement railing that surrounded the porch. They took a seat beside each other and exchanged nervous glances.

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” Sara whispered tearfully.

Buffy gave a shy smile and squeezed the woman’s hand. “Neither can I. About you I mean.”

Sara grinned and was instantly charmed by the small blonde girl with the American accent tinged with British.

“I had no idea you even existed until a couple of months ago,” Buffy admitted.

Sara nodded and reached her hand out to run her fingertips through Buffy’s hair. Buffy smiled and leaned into the touch. It was the same way her mom –not really her mom- had done back in Sunnydale.

“Professor Dumbledore tells me you’re in Gryffindor,” Sra said, unsure of what to say to this girl, her daughter. The girl she had raised for only a year and had become eternally devoted to.

Buffy nodded. “Yeah. I think that kinda surprised everyone who knew,” Buffy said with a small laugh. “They all thought I was gonna be a Slytherin.”

“I’m glad you weren’t,” Sara said.

Buffy looked at her inquisitively. “Weren’t you in Slytherin?” Buffy asked.

Sara nodded. “I was. And so was he.” Buffy didn’t even need to ask who this elusive ‘he’ was. “That’s why I was glad to hear you were as far away from Slytherin as possible.”

“Plus, y’know, green and silver really aren’t my colours,” Buffy quipped.

Sara laughed and pulled the girl into a one-armed hug. Buffy leant her head against Sara’s shoulder and let out a breath she’d been holding. Her heart still missed the mom she’d grown up with, but being held by the woman who truly was her mother was balm to her soul.

“Come on,” Sara said, standing up and pulling her daughter up with her. “I’ll show you your room.”

“My own room?” Buffy repeated. “I’m liking the sound of this. I can decorate it right?”

Sara just grinned and knew that the two years she’d been forced to remain at Voldemort’s side had been worth it, if only for the beautiful young woman that had come out of her time of imprisonment.

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